Looking in the back of my mobile painting studio, my Volvo, as light and autumn fades in Barrytown. I was on Astor Point,  painting right on the edge of the water, sitting on a rock, having a grand time.  It was 55 degrees. A huge oil tanker went by. The wake swamped me, and my easel. I almost lost my Yellow Ochre.   I had to hike up the mountain carrying my many pounds of gear.  I was soaked. I knew it was the end. The end of the season. You see my French easel with the 16 x 20 bungee'd to it. #poignant #November